Stand in the eye, the eye of the storm
Get down on all fours
Hair whips wet against skin, let the moisture in
Oh the rain it feels like spores
It glues to the inner veins of the lungs
And it grows it grows, when it's finally done
It has ripped out your throat to stare at the sun
And evaporate slowly, slowly slowly
The tempests walls inflate like a ball
That bounces on the beach
And I'm trying to blow through the hole in the top
It ends up popping through my cheeks
And my face it is wax so I'll melt it all back
And carve to the bone, my teeth grow backwards
Like mold it'll stick to the veins in my tongue
Can it just kill me slower slower slower
And I don't want to die
I just want to close my eyes
And pretend to be the sun.
Full of giddy, angry, helium
I don't want to die
But it happens sometimes
Where I listen to a song
About a small town
And a small house
In the house lives a guy
With a storm in his eye
And he tells the girl he loves
That he's not coming home
I look to a field full of feeding cows
On the plateau of a hill
Their ears are pierced with plastic tags
Am I the grass or the grille?
Cause the storm's building up and I have to climb down
From the hill, but I can't look away from the cows
Cause they'll die in a year, their blood will dry out
On a kitchen rag slowly, slowly, slowly
There's mud in my shoes as we treck down the path
My socks fit cold, numb toes
They're potato sacks taking my flesh to a factory
Tortured to spit out prose
And the shoes had a pattern drawn out in red
Grey and black, but now it's a dull kind of dead
Oh I look like a bum on the side of the road
But I have no excuse to be easily desposed
I never want to die
We spend half of our lives
With our eyes closed or blind
No one will survive
So I never want to die
Loss or boredom I won't mind
If think therefore I
Can sink in the quarry outside
And my bones will be found
By a kid who swims down
To the bottom of the reef
When his mom isn't looking